“What did you do?” I asked when he grabbed my wrist and took me to his car. I knew he was rich, but I didn’t know he was I-can-buy-as-many-electric-and-sports-cars-as-I-want rich. So count me mystified when I saw him unlocking the car door with a card. “What did you tell him?”
His eyes narrowed at me, and I felt the nerves tighten in my belly. He hadn’t shaved for a day and the scruff on his jaw looked, dare I say, delicious under the lamplight of the street.
“You have five seconds to sit in the car.”
I’ll sit wherever you want me to sit, James.
Ignoring the rubbish in my head, I said, “And if I don’t?”
“You can walk home, can’t you?” He cocked his head to the side.
He wouldn’t, would he?I didn’t want to bump into another pervert when I walk back home. But he came to my rescue the second I called him and it’s a weekend. He could’ve just called an Uber for me, but he didn’t.
Calling his bluff, I scowled at him and raised my chin. “You’d never let me walk home alone at night.”
“You’re right,” he growled, stepping closer and crowding me against the back of his car. He seemed angry before, but now, he looked furious. So furious that he could eat me. “I’d never let you walk home alone, Mia, but Icanand Iwilllet you walk home trailing with my car if you don’t put your cute little butt in the car right fucking now.”
I don’t know why, but I found that extremely hot.
Once again, I was ignoring the rubbish my brain was sprouting out.
He said my butt is cute.
Yep, there was definitely something mixed in my drink.
“I-I want to know what you told that guy.”
“Five.”
My eyes widened and I pulled his coat closer, getting distracted by his smoky cologne. “You can’t do that.”
“Four.”
“I’m not a kid!”
“Three.”
“Are you even listening to me?” I asked, glaring at him.
“Two.”
“You know what?” I leaned closer and licked my lips, giving him his coat and thrusting it in his hands. “You can keep this if you want to keep treating me like a child. I’ll walk back home on my own.”
I turned away from him, walking away.
“One.” His smooth voice sent a chill down my spine, “And wrong answer, Princess.”
YOU’RE HOT
MIA
“And wrong answer, princess.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat when he neared me, his tall height looming over me. He seemed so put together, I hated it. Absolutelyloathedit. I was soaked from my head to toe and my shoes squelched when I moved while he looked untouched from the rain. There I was looking like a wet sock while wearing wet socks, and he looked like he just walked out of an Abercrombie cover shoot.
“W-what are you going to do?” I did not mean to stutter. Stuttering was for the weak, but I’d be lying if I said his closeness didn’t affect me. And he smelt so,sogood. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff. Even ask about the cologne he used so I could buy it like a little creep and spray it all over my bed and roll around in it.
Yep. There was definitely something in my drinks.